Necroscope: the Mobius Murders
“And with those countless living souls (for that is what they were) approaching the past-time door, passing it by and hurtling on out of sight, the Necroscope felt a certain disorientation, as if he was falling into the heart of some alien galaxy.His jaw had fallen open as he gazed and listened. There was nothing of actual sound, but yet he listened! It was like standing on a dark hill on a warm summer night, miles from the light pollution of town or city, watching meteorites “sizzling” across t...he sky. They didn’t actually sizzle—of course not, at least not audibly—but only seemed to; for the hiss of their blazing destruction, occurring in the uppermost atmosphere, was all in the mind.Similarly and mercifully, these speeding souls were silent; even the thought of the deafening babble of all the voices that had gone before was terrifying! But just like the imagined hiss of the aerolites, so they seemed to emit a certain almost mystical sound—the sighing resonance of an angelic chorus, an interminable, orchestrated Ahhhhhhhhhh!—whose single continuous note existed solely in the Necroscope’s fertile imagination and sounded only in his metaphysical mind… After a brief yet timeless moment, recovering from the spell of the incredible swarming vista that lay before him, Harry concentrated on the task in hand.MoreLess
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